From a box of light and sound grew a mesmerizing inspiration;
it reflected upon her own flaws, the dream which she indeed was in search of becoming.
Hopes of an individual changed in the blink of an eye.
A struggle- with self esteem and appearances- the cruel intentions of the world that enveloped
The words and facial expressions crushing.
Prejudices passed through the generations had come down upon one child's shoulders.
I- wanted a change;
What was to remind me of this shift I wanted to instill?
My moment of impact!
My nature and what I was to become, veering.
Surrounded by dingy walls I glanced up into a mirror.
It held my gaze; this shining surface that I had looked at for years with disgust.
My face... my body I knew was not “ideal”;
These two mirrors set to an infinite reflection;
and with that my hair began to fall.
Each piece that fell shattered;
each shard breaking into a million pieces and becoming nothing but dust;
the inconsolable pain of a struggling child stilled.
not grown nor yet my whole self
with courage to change.
I emerged with eyes wide
filled with awe and a shimmering light,
and in that split moment I loved myself:
I had never seen myself so vulnerable, so naked, but so ready to take on the world.
“I am the sum of my moments of impact.”
Had I not
I would never truly love myself
Nor my destiny.